Hand - me - down.

‘We become ourselves through others, and the self is a porous thing, not a sealed container. If it begins as a genetic map, it is one that is expressed over time and only in relation to the world.’ Siri Hustvedt

Join A to A, B to B

Join B to B, C to C

All that remains.

Removing my work from the window of Woodbridge Museum this afternoon the words of Bob, the Museum’s dry custodian rang in my ears, ‘well it was not appreciated by many but it certainly brought amusement to some’( said with a wry smile)! As I tuck away my little objects with their serious intent I am happy if the echo of laughter is after all what remains.

remains 1

remains 2

remains 3

 

Stuffed and stuffing.

Stuffed from the excesses of Christmas it is nevertheless to stuffing that I turn at the beginning of the New Year. The ‘body’ is a challenge and I can feel myself shying away from the edge, procrastination and dillydallying threaten to win me round. But I know that the black, prickly horsehair packing will draw me in to its visceral heart and get me locked back into my work once again…the irresistible draw of the corporeal.

 

stuffed